Overtime - rusger fic

Overtime- part 13

this chapter kinda sucks sorry

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"What happened ?"
Russ looked down at him, seeming irritated. A drastic change from the sweet, caring smile from just a few seconds earlier.

"H-hm ?"
Germany stuttered and propped himself up on his elbow, startled by what he woke up to.

"Your shoulder."
The hands tightened, making the small wince a little.
"What happened to it ?"

Germanys eyes flashed to his shoulder, making him pause. The bruises were much worse than when they first appeared, and it still hurt too much to move it.

"It was.. from the- um,"
He didn't get why he was suddenly so flustered by the tallers cold glare.
"The door, when I was locked in my room."

"I don't believe you."

His eyes shot back up to Russia's expression. Completely cold, angry over something. Either over that Germany didn't tell him, or that it looked like he was lying.

"I'm not- the door was knocked over- you saw it right ?"

He sat up, but russ didn't move at all. His large hands stayed on the smallers waist.

"You're stammering."

"No- That doesn't mean- I know it-"

"Why are you panicking so much ? Are you scared of me ?"

He leaned down closer to study Germany's expression, placing a hand on his cheek so he could caress it with his thumb. Ger flushed redder.

"I'm not scary, am I ?"

Russias voice continued monotonously, despite the tiny smirk forming on his face at Germany's red cheeks.

"Russia please, I didn't mean it like that-"
He stumbled over himself for words and an apology. Having Russ looming over him was absolutely terrifying.

"Wow, you're an awful liar, you know that ?"

He laughed and plopped his head on Germany's shoulder, his nose touching the sensitive skin on his neck. Russia's right hand was planted firmly on Gers waist while the other trailed down from his cheek to the bedsheets.

"If you plan on ever fooling anyone, you'll need to work on your stammer, and the pitch of your voice."

He intertwined their fingers and lifted his hand up.

"Not only that, but your palm. Your palm, and the rest of you, is sweaty. It's more noticeable than you think."

Russ chuckled and pulled him closer, head resting on Ger's chest.

Germany's face was a deep pink. He really didn't know what to say or do in these situations. It was so amusing to the Russian.

"Hahah- just look at you. You're as red as a tomato. What happened to the stuck up, stubborn guy I was dealing with just two years ago ? You haven't fallen for me, have you ?"

His voice turned an octave lower, quieter too, just to milk the most out of this moment. The smaller shuddered at the warm breath and husky voice against his ear.

"That cute little face.. Tell me, just what are you thinking in there ?"
Russia put Ger's hand on his shoulder, unable to hide his amusement and arrogance.